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CLIII. THE SAME.
Hymn 14.
[Rest, my troubled spirit, rest]
Rest, my troubled spirit, rest,
So long with tempests toss'd!
God hath caught him to His breast,
Hath found whom I have lost;
Lost as for a moment's space,
Till I after him repair,
To that happy, happy place,
And claim my husband there.
So long with tempests toss'd!
God hath caught him to His breast,
Hath found whom I have lost;
Lost as for a moment's space,
Till I after him repair,
To that happy, happy place,
And claim my husband there.
Can a true believer doubt
If souls each other know?
Surely I shall find him out
Whom most I prized below:
Later, but at last, removed
I shall then my wish obtain,
Meet him with my best-Beloved,
And never part again.
If souls each other know?
Surely I shall find him out
Whom most I prized below:
Later, but at last, removed
I shall then my wish obtain,
Meet him with my best-Beloved,
And never part again.
Happy both, no matter then
Which of us went before,
Both at Jesu's side are seen,
And live to die no more.
Both our golden harps employ,
Vocal with our Saviour's name,
Both the blissful sight enjoy,
The presence of the Lamb.
Which of us went before,
Both at Jesu's side are seen,
And live to die no more.
Both our golden harps employ,
Vocal with our Saviour's name,
Both the blissful sight enjoy,
The presence of the Lamb.
Who can tell the solid bliss
Which in this hope I prove!
We shall see Him as He is
The glorious God of love,
We shall sink with all His host;
All that know the' atoning blood,
Sink, o'erwhelm'd, o'erpower'd, and lost,
And swallow'd up in God.
Which in this hope I prove!
We shall see Him as He is
The glorious God of love,
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All that know the' atoning blood,
Sink, o'erwhelm'd, o'erpower'd, and lost,
And swallow'd up in God.
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